Healey, Emma, 1985-2025
Books, Manuscripts
Finally, this felt like revenge. I was out of the labyrinth, it was all a memory, no map needed. I could enjoy the scenery. Enjoy looking. So I looked. The tautening skin, the stirring muscles, those green eyes, vibrant despite their sightlessness. I stared at him as if he were a picture. I stare...
